racial understanding
"That's my cue!"
And so the former-good girl, Epiphany Sellars, leaps off Chuy, her Hispanic lover (that is what she liked to call it in her head), and darted away, towards the wings. It was so... invigorating- swearing, and stealing, and being a general badass muthafucka.
Happily, she flounces onstage in her long Ophelia gown for the last scenes of the show, but this does not look like the stage. This doesn't even look like her high school. This doesn't even look like Arizona.
In her sweet and lovely voice, she promptly asks, "What the fuck?"
T: Because I have little self-control. Epiphany Sellars from Hamlet 2.
And so the former-good girl, Epiphany Sellars, leaps off Chuy, her Hispanic lover (that is what she liked to call it in her head), and darted away, towards the wings. It was so... invigorating- swearing, and stealing, and being a general badass muthafucka.
Happily, she flounces onstage in her long Ophelia gown for the last scenes of the show, but this does not look like the stage. This doesn't even look like her high school. This doesn't even look like Arizona.
In her sweet and lovely voice, she promptly asks, "What the fuck?"
T: Because I have little self-control. Epiphany Sellars from Hamlet 2.